A/N: This is my first story, so please review and feel free to comment, it's much appreciated :)

I had just gotten out of the shower and put on some underwear when I heard the doorbell ring. Goddammit Stacie, how hard is it to remember to take your keys when you leave the house?, I thought to myself as I walked through my bedroom and into the hall to open the front door. Sometimes my roommate could be so annoying, especially when she locked herself out on a regular basis.

I shared an apartment on the Upper East Side in New York with Stacie, my best friend since Kindergarten. We were really close and after graduating from High School, we both decided we wanted to get out of Barden and out into the world. Stacie applied for Psychology at a dozen colleges and ended up getting accepted into NYU. Why exactly Psychology was a mystery to me, but she insisted she wanted to become a sex psychologist. I wasn't one hundred per cent sure that that was actually a thing, but I was glad that Stacie was happy. As for me, I had originally intended to go to LA to make it big as a DJ, but got offered a job at a club in New York instead. And being the best friends we were, we decided to go together. Fast-forward to six years later and I was a well-known (and well-paid) DJ in New York's nightclub scene and Stacie was close to finishing her degree. In short: things were great.

I wrenched the door open with an annoyed sigh. "Stace, stop forgetting your fucking-" I stopped mid-sentence, eyes wide. Before me stood not my friend, but a young woman with dazzling blue eyes and curled, red hair which framed her delicate features. She was gorgeous. And she was looking straight at me. In my underwear. I was frozen, unable to move. Something about her was electrifying, keeping me rooted to the spot.

"Hi," she said with a smile, her eyes slowly moving down my body. Her voice made me stir, made me remember where I was. I let out the huff of air I had been holding in for far too long and slammed the door shut with all my might. Shit. What was that? That was so unlike myself. I was Beca Mitchell. People were throwing themselves at my feet. I made people feel intimidated, flustered, nervous. Not the other way around.

"So, what was that earlier?' Stacie asked me, grinning from ear to ear. I blushed at the thought of the unexpected visitor I had encountered in my underwear that morning.

"I don't know what you mean," I mumbled and looked to the ground as I went to the cupboard to get us some plates. Stacie, who was standing at the stove stirring the pasta sauce, let out a loud gasp and broke into laughter.

"Beca Mitchell! Are you embarrassed?" she asked, tears in her eyes. "Oh my god, you are! Look at you, you're blushing!" Another wave of laughter took over her, making the blood rush to my cheeks with more intensity. "Since when do you ever get embarrassed?"

"Shut up, Stace," I retorted, still avoiding Stacie's eyes.

"Chloe said you looked a little uncomfortable…" Stacie teased. Chloe, I thought, and my stomach fluttered.

"Yeah, well. She surprised me, that's all," I gave back, giving my head a little shake to clear it of the girl's face floating around in the front of my mind. "What was she doing here anyway?"

Stacie fought hard to regain her composure. "We were meant to meet up for a study session, but I forgot."

"Oh," I said. Chloe must be the new friend from college Stacie had been talking about for a while. I had been meaning to meet her, but I'd been so caught up in my work, mixing new tracks and preparing set lists, that I'd hardly left my studio.

"She's coming around tonight by the way, we're gonna watch some movies and maybe go out… Just so you remember to put some clothes on," Stacie teased with a smirk.

"Uh-huh," was all I managed to say before grabbing my plate of pasta and walking towards my studio. I never ate in there for the fear of accidentally ruining my expensive equipment, but right then I didn't care. I would've rather had mushroom all through my turntable than having to have listened to another one of Stacie's jokes.

"Aww come on," she called after me, but I firmly shut the door of my studio, leaving behind a thoroughly amused Stacie.